Constantine Stewart walked in, and for a split second, everyone turned to look at him. It was hard to imagine that the boss behind the auction house was such a young and refined man. This Mr. Stewart was not known to have a prestigious family background; to have built such a vast business empire, he must be at least forty, if not fifty. But so young?
A wave of shock passed through everyone's hearts, making them acutely aware of the disparities between people. If not for the auction house manager's anxious demeanor, they might have thought he was a noble from the Imperial City.
Constantine Stewart didn't glance at the troublesome Coldwell Family but went straight upstairs into the private box where Griffith Squire was.
The ignored Coldwell Family members turned pale one by one, while the Brocade City elites whispered among themselves, feeling secretly delighted. Let the Coldwell Family look down on people every year, so arrogant, let's see them act arrogant now!
